Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Sarah pov.

The house smelled like roasted vegetables and freshly baked bread, and the faint sound of laughter filled the air.

I was setting up the dining table when the doorbell rang. My friends had promised to come over for a small lunch, and even though I had planned everything carefully, I couldn't shake the nervous flutter in my stomach. Hosting anything felt like a big deal these days-I got tired so easily. But I missed my girls, and today felt like the perfect excuse to catch up.

"Coming!" I called out, adjusting a plate before hurrying to the door.

When I opened it, Tanya stood there with a big grin and an even bigger box wrapped in shiny paper. Behind her were Nina and Claire, both carrying smaller gift bags.

"Baby shower came early!" Tanya announced, stepping inside and kissing me on the cheek.

"Oh, come on," I said, laughing. "It's just lunch. No gifts necessary."

"Yeah, well, too late," Nina chimed in, holding up a bag decorated with tiny rattles and pacifiers. "This is happening whether you like it or not."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't stop smiling. These girls always knew how to make me feel loved.

The meal was simple but delicious. Roasted chicken, a hearty salad, warm bread-it was nothing fancy, but everyone seemed to enjoy it.

We sat around the table, talking and laughing like no time had passed since our last get-together.

"So," Claire started, leaning forward with a teasing smile, "any weird cravings yet? Pickles and ice cream? Peanut butter on pizza?"

I laughed, shaking my head. "Nothing that crazy. Mostly fruit, honestly. Although there was this one night I really wanted mustard on crackers."

"Mustard?" Tanya asked, making a face. "That's... different."

said, grinning. "But he brought it to

stories. Tanya, who had two toddlers, shared

yet, asked questions about everything from diapers to midnight feedings. Claire, the most

opinion about how you should do things. But you know your baby better than anyone. Trust

soak in every word. It felt good to

at the pile of

clearing plates and wiping down the table. As

were obvious-my growing

example. I used to go out all the time, meeting up with friends for coffee or shopping. But now,

first, I worried that the distance would strain our relationships. But today

tired to leave the house or if I spent half the conversation complaining about swollen ankles.

in the sink, I realized how

who video called later

of water, Richard walked in. He had

to?" I asked, narrowing my

eyes,"

"Why?"

"Just do it."

hands. I heard the rustle of paper

can

of paper resting on top of

"What's this?"

read it," he said, sitting down

reading. It was a letter, written in

Dear Baby, it began.